THINGS AT HOME: "Banana Memories"

In the kitchen’s quiet light, Bananas rest, a humble sight, On wooden table, worn and old, Their yellow skins, a story told.

A glass nearby with one half gone, Reminds of mornings, early dawn, When mother’s hands would gently peel, A simple joy, a cherished meal.

The fruit, both ripe and green, does lie, A testament to days gone by, When laughter filled the space around, And love in every nook was found.

Each banana, a memory sweet, Of family gathered, lives complete, From playful bites to meals prepared, In every piece, a moment shared.

On that table, time stands still, In a home with warmth to fill, Bananas, simple as they seem, Hold fragments of a timeless dream.